Grievous

Photo By: MadamChryzl “Vermillionville”

Grievous people do even more grievous things…

In the world with ebony skies the raven sings…

“O Hark, light escapes and the darkness trails my wings.”

Desperate people do desperate things…

There is no measure for sorrow or of how a scorned thorn stings…

Silence can sing…

Defense is King…

Grievously desperate people do grievously desperate things… Madamchryzl

My Favorite Chair

Photo By: MadamChryzl
(Custom Tattoos by Andy-Hill Country Texas)

This is my favorite chair…

I love it so much I can feel my endorphins flare…

I am welcomed to sit or lay… But I choose to fly…

I gaze upon and sigh…

It’s intentions are written in ink, on my skin…

The sounds and vibrations hold tales of sin..

Markings of color and black…

Pain and pleasure the two continue to stack…

To such great heights, my nerve endings ascend.

There is no way to falsify or pretend… I love the magic that takes place from beginning to end…

Laying in vulnerable state, my trust is garnished and served on a plate…

Lines are curved, waves are straight… Dreams are dreamt and the past is fate…

Wrongs become right… Imagination becomes sight…

In this chair, my darkness becomes light, and in this chair my demons lose every fight…

Alteration of my being, inner visions become seeing…

No other place can pain become so freeing…

My Mawmaw… (arguably one of the most kick ass Southern women till the day she passed) would say:

“Baby girl, fix ya problems… Ain’t NO ONE else gunna do it forya.  Life is hard and it won’t get any easier… So get use to it, sha.”

Miss you Mawmaw… I miss you lots…

MadamChryzl-

I Lie To Myself

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I tell myself, if you only knew….

What I was going through…

That there is so much that you would do…

Perhaps you would hold me and tell me that this was meant to be…

Maybe if you would look into my eyes and see, what this has done to me…

I tell myself, that somewhere out there you really do still care…

I lie to myself, because speaking the truth is something that you do not dare…

Madamchryzl

A Conversation With Lilly

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I picked a flower for you…

Upon delivery you were not there…

I searched high…

And got low…

Not a trace of you was anywhere…

I rested the lilly down and laid down beside her…

She asked what she was here for and what was her purpose…

I told her that I picked her so that I may show someone my love and my care…

She asked if, “She was love.”…

I told her, “No.”…

She asked if, “She was care.”…

I told her, “Unfortunately not.”…

She sighed and said “I do not understand.”

I explained that she was a gift that I wished to share…

She laid there, beholden to her beauty…

She cried and apologized…

“If I did not possess allure,

You wouldn’t have knocked on that empty door,

If I had not grown through your green matted floor,

You would not be here with me and you would not be longing for more…”

I turned onto my back and stared at the clouds…

“My Dear Lilly, you have brought me beauty, you have brought me oxygen, you have even brought me love and care. You have done more than what I expected. Thank you, I know now what I must do.”

She laid there silently beckoning my next words and their sound…

I must call doctor, and tell him about you… I am afraid his diagnosis might be profound…

Phantasm Vs Fantasy

I married a ghost and fell in love with a dream…

Maybe it is not as bad as it may seem…

My ghost only haunts 100 days out of the year…. and well my dream, he was able to disappear…

Though they both are invisible and unable to be seen… Simultaneously, they are rather mean…

My ghost can speak and my ghost can laugh… But my dream, he lit a candle onto an unknown path… MadamC

Photo By: MadamChryzl

Water hung from her finger tips like tears…

Her gown drenched in the heaviness of her fears…

She waltzed the whole way, barely touching the floor…

Voraciously, her body craved emptiness and needed more…

Harrowed, she cried and circled to try and find a way…

In the places she roamed, never was it day…

Seemingly infinite stone tablets with names and dates…

None of which the markings properly described fates…

She wined about the confines of the iron spades that held her within…

She moaned and she drifted, knowing that her ghostly search would never end…

But……

Perhaps Mother October, this once, will allow her to pretend… -Madamchryzl-

Lines of Sight 2.0

I can set my sights as far as I can see and know that you are still waiting with me.

My faults could be sprawled across the skies and erasing them would not be worth the tries.

Loving me comes with so much anguish and battle stands… Yet you rest in comfort within these pain inflicting hands…

Pains seems to come with my affections. I just plea to you; I’m sorry, please continue to battle with my rejections.

For my sights are set as far as I can see; and in the horizon, the morning sun is setting for you and me.

Morticia and Gomez

My Love,

You ropes and chains are a bit tight.

Thank you dearly, the pain is just right.

You smile lovely, with your tender lips.

Less tender are your whips.

I am your slave.

Never will I behave.

My mischief will drive you red.

Loving every bit of the torture that I bring to your head.

Madamchryzl

Candle With Out A Flame

My Love, would you please light a candle for me?

Ignite a flame so that I might see…

I stumble in the dark and close my eyes in the light…

My hands hurt from holding on too tight…

There is no sense to be made…

Only tears to cascade…

A new season has risen since you fled…

Void of any sweet words to be read…

Your eyes only know what you have to see…

But I am blind, please light a candle for me…

*Madamchryzl*

Day 33

Amore Mio

Amore Mio – A tribute to Leon & Mathilda “The Professional”

His presence was like static to her finger tips… Instantly, his shoulders had always belonged to her lips…

He made her pant and the air hard to breathe… All that he took; surely, he was a thief…

Uncommon and a sight, their differences were… The skeptics were a bore, or rather a blur…

Time and numbers were never very kind… He knew one day he would always leave her behind…

They filled a golden treasure box full of hours and days… As time moved on with out him; all that she was left was a tearful haze…

She sobbed and she wept; O her man of time… She mourned and faded over his ghost, over time…

Every morning and every night she prayed that she would hear; “I love you” once more… Till then; their locked treasure box was all that was left to adore… Madamchryzl… 

Snow Globe

Somewhere in this life’s infinite space, we can love..

There once was time, when our existence was beautiful enough to be captured within a glass bubble blown to circumference… Suspended in liquid with glitter and snow…

Overlooking the rest of the world on fire, we could hold each other safely. *Madamchrzyl*

October on the bayou, is born again… it’s anew….

It brings elements of plenty and elements of few…

Long days of light bring conjure up an amplified night…

No need to investigate through the caliginous maze; your shadow shall cast about and find the ways…

 The fall orbit brings in fields of treasure and harvests of the darkest pleasure…

Murky waters radiate heavy and electrifying energies.

Souls of the night world gather their synergies.

 They are bound to an eternity of giving…

Finding their own way to feel like they are living…

In this ancient world of gramarye…

Wise, one would be; to stay away… MadamC

Shakespeare wrote of baited breath as if he knew my love would be my death…

No glee or smile is true since you have left…

Not a tear has been spared. Not a word of honesty has been shared…I’m so uncertain and so very scared…

I mourn you day in and day out…

I am the only company Misery and Darkness will allow…

Broken and Sharp are my pieces; all scattered…

A ghostly mirror gravely fragmented; all shattered…

O Shakespeare, your tales of love and tragedy seems to by only life’s strategy…

The Angry Side of me scorches the earth down each traveled path.

She screams like banshee and tears world’s apart with her wrath.

The sun harnesses her fury and power.

The moon shines over her victims as they cower.

The air warns of hells’ existence with each deathly scream.

The earth cradles the fragments left of a scorned dream.

The water surrounding her evaporates with each breath…

May you heed this warning less you risk a soulless death….

The Moon, Himself

I’ve never known this sort of pain… I only want rain…

I long for dark clouds and roaring thunder…

I imagine the earth will swallow me up and take me under…

My heart beats with haste and all time seems to be such a waste…

It has 380 hours since I breathed…

O only if there was anything else that I would want or need…

If it were diamonds, I’d obtain that luxury.

If it were train, I would hop on quite urgently.

If it were the stars, that would be simpler to obtain…

But not even The Moon Himself can prevent; how relief continues to escape my pain…

The crying side of me is always there…

She waits for each and every moment with a teary eyed stare….

Anticipating reminders…

Praying that you’re out there looking to find her… MCJ

As the clouds slowly dissipate into the earth…

I find myself contemplating worth…

What’s the worth of a penny after a toss?

What’s the worth of searching when we are the lost?

The penny, to be thrown about and to never be found again…

Us, to be amoungst the wandering and to never truly be grounded…

The heavy abyss, sounds like comfort as we rest in its shroud…

Much like us, we are thrown about yet desperate to conceal the most our hearts will allow…. MDM C

Cavalier Tears

I’ll be a good girl and do as I’m told…

Because only you and I know, what would happen if I were to fold…

All of my feelings that are tucked nearly and deep inside…

O what is a world like with nothing left to hide…

I’ll keep you stowed away… far…. in the one place that no one else is allowed play…

Though we are worlds apart…

You will always occupy my whole heart. ..

Some may see my eyes water, and assume it is sadness or fear… Little do they know me, I’m cavalier.

After this much loss; fright, no longer comes easy… He or no one will can ever remember me. MDM C

Yours

My sweetest of kisses would stick your lips…

They would softly remain, never parting, as time ticks.

My hugs would always surround you, to help and to cradle…

My love would be more grandiose than a Cinderella fable.

My hands and my fingertips would touch all that it’s allowed…

But it’s my heart, that is always the most wild….

It beats to a rhythm that is and quite untamed…

It purrs like tiny kitten, roars like a feral beast, and it is always on display laying at your feet… My Unnamed…

I knew you were in a midst…

All tucked away perfectly hidden amongst the mundane mist…

In a world of shiney and new…

You remained hidden more precious than gold times two…

More lovely and rare than best diamonds of a red hue…

Invisible to the common man…

But in a world that matters… You take the tallest stand.

You flew and sailed… You knew yet failed… You had a clue yet yelled…

You loved yet wailed…

I knew a hurt was coming…

I knew it would still be worth loving…

I knew the hurt was coming…

But I knew My Love was worth loving…

I will never get back the person that I once was…

I know now that I am someone that you never really loved…

In your world I can see that I never really did exist…

I wasn’t even a shadow of any real bliss…

I weep and I cry…

And I just pray for painful beats of my heart to die…

My world without you; not a singular bird can fly…

Even the, once beautiful, eagles cry…

In your absence, even their majesty is a lie…

Your words linger like heavy lead…

Consistently replaying sweet words in my head…

Gullible was I, to believe the what I was fed…

“I want this forever…” you said with a stutter…

“I love you…” you said with a winded flutter…

My ears and my heart can not erase them…

Nor can your lips un-say them…

Only God can set me free now that you pretend to no longer know me…

Amico

Photo By: Madamchryzl

Hey there amico…

Look at you go…

So deep is the wound from bullets that you throw…

There’s nothing left to the bone….

Not a limb to show. Nothing can be thrown…

How deep is the grave that we sow…

How little is known…

Nothing but moonlight to be shown…

-Madamchryzl-

If words are all I have left to lose.

How dare I call you a muse…

I didn’t notice you holding such a short fuse.

What safe hand you played…

What a uneven balance your scales weighed…

Leaving everything mangled and dismayed…

I

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